[Really, it was the red that had drawn his attention, making him turn from the parcels of tea he'd been looking over to see what it had been. Red hair. Oh, it was such a lovely red, too. Bright and vibrant and he thought it would be quite soft to the touch.
Not that he'd do such a forward thing, no. Not with someone he didn't even know. Yet.
But when she caught his eye and offered a hello, he could do no less than return it, paired with a short bow and a cheeky grin.]
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[Really, it was the red that had drawn his attention, making him turn from the parcels of tea he'd been looking over to see what it had been. Red hair. Oh, it was such a lovely red, too. Bright and vibrant and he thought it would be quite soft to the touch.
Not that he'd do such a forward thing, no. Not with someone he didn't even know. Yet.
But when she caught his eye and offered a hello, he could do no less than return it, paired with a short bow and a cheeky grin.]